The Gangbanged Princess

When Lord Velric returned Amaria to her quarters, Linnet looked surprised at the state of the princess, but not as surprised as you might expect. She asked no questions. Lord Velric left, and Linnet helped ready Amaria for bed, where she fell into an exhausted sleep.

The next morning, Amaria stood in front of the mirror as Linnet helped her dress.

"Do you think it worked, Your Highness?" Linnet asked. So, she clearly knew what had transpired.

"I-- I don't know." Amaria's hand glanced across her stomach. Were the very beginnings of conception occurring, right now, inside of her? And then it suddenly hit her.

She might be having a baby in nine months.

Of course, that was the whole point. She'd known this, of course, but had been so focused on the thought of who would make a better husband that she hadn't stopped to think about the nine months that existed between conception and the paternity testing. Like... the pregnancy aspect. Or the giving birth aspect. Or the baby aspect.

Motherhood.

She wasn't going to just become a wife. First, she'd become a mother. Her own parents had always been distant. King and Queen before Mother and Father. Would she be the same? She wasn't really much around children, and didn't know how to interact with them. Would she be different with her own? Or would she be content to leave it to the professionals?

"Well, we can only hope. And if not, there's next time?" Linnet said gently.

"Of course," Amaria said. Linnet must have interpreted her look for concern over the probability she wasn't pregnant.

"Lord Velric has left some pregnancy tests, he imported them especially for you, though it's too early to take one. But they can detect as early as six--"

"No. I think I'll just wait until I'm due. Otherwise, if it's negative, I'd still wonder if it was negative, or just too early to test. No sense wasting the tests."

Linnet nodded.

A little less than two weeks after the whale of a time, Princess Amaria saw some slight spots of blood when she wiped after relieving herself. So, not pregnant then, and no need to waste a pregnancy test this cycle. She felt... she wasn't sure. She'd spent much of the last two weeks in the library reading up about motherhood. And pregnancy. And giving birth. She'd even spent some e-credits to watch a video of a birth-- that she regretted. The thought of a whole baby's head fitting out of the same hole that found Lord Garrick's cock so big was not pleasant. And it wasn't just the baby that came out. It was blood and fluid and afterbirth. Ew. Very different from the image of the clean, cute little baby you'd see on procreation posters.

But, while the birth was a concern, she'd have to do it eventually. And, until she fell pregnant, she'd have her monthly gangbangs.

And, so she did. Once a month, every month, on her most fertile day, she met up with the five approved lords and had awhale of a time.

The finer points were different. She insisted on wearing a robe, not a nice gown that would get ruined (Elsinora still hadn't recovered over the ruining of her birthday gown.) The order or exact sexual acts might differ. But, all in all, it was the same.

Marquess Dorian always ensured she climaxed at least once. Viscount Leontius once discussed compost. Earl Slazdale never lasted long. Neither did Lord Commander Garrick, who really suffered from only being able to have sexual intercourse once a month. Well, all the men suffered from that, except for the Duke, of course, who had his boyfriend. And as for Duke Valcoran... Well, he and the Earl still hated each other. The Duke had many good things to tease the old sleazeball about, and he always did give Amaria a good time sexually, but there was still something about him she didn't like. He liked to try different sexual acts and positions and, while some were fun, it seemed his primary purpose wasn't her enjoyment. Nor, necessarily, his. It was more like he was treating her like some sort of experiment, and it made her uncomfortable in ways she couldn't quite understand. Or, maybe it was just because he was intimidating.

Two weeks after her fourth gangbang, Amaria was, yet again, not pregnant. It was late, and she was trying to sleep, but menstrual cramps were keeping her awake. She found lying down was about the worst thing you could do for cramps, so she got up, dressed and slipped out of her chambers.

Her feet took her to the courtyard. To the fountain where she and Fin had had a water fight as children. And where, more recently, Lord Finvel had hidden underneath her skirts and... Amaria tried not to think about what they'd done, but she did think about it, and it brought a flush to her cheeks and a feeling between her legs the book described ashorny.

Why was it calledhorny?She wondered. Did horns have something to do with procreation? Well, she couldn't sleep, so there was no time like the present to find out. She stood up and began walking towards the library to see what information she might find on the origins of that word.

The light was on in the library, which was unusual this late. She stepped quietly into the room, not wishing to disturb someone studying late, to see that it was empty, except for one man studying at a table.

"Dorian!" she cried out, surprised.

The Marquess spun around, but his face turned to a smile when their eyes met. "Amaria! Princess! My apologies, you startled me," he said as he stood and then he bowed in greeting.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realise anyone would be here this late." Amaria closed the distance between them, and then she felt strangely awkward. Other than the monthly gangbangs, she hadn't seen Dorian for a few years. The last time they'd spent any time alone together, she'd been a girl. Now, she was a woman, and things felt somewhat different.

"It is late! What brings you here?" Dorian asked.

Amaria opened her mouth to reply,Researching the origins of the word horny,but what came out instead was, "I wanted to know why I'm feeling horny." No! No no no no no no! She did not just say that! But... she had. Great. Just great. As she felt the heat rushing to her face, she stammered, "Uh, I mean, I came here to look up the definition of a word. I mean, the origins of a word..." But Dorian was already chuckling.

"The origins of the word horny?" He asked with a teasing lilt to his voice.

There was a chance that the ground might open up before her feet. Not a great chance, mind, but it was within the realm of possibility, surely. Perhaps if it did, she could jump into the chasm and hide from her embarrassment. But, as it so happened, no chasm opened up. So she nodded.

"We could look that up," Dorian said. "You know, I was reading some studies on procreation."

"Oh?" Amaria wasn't sure if he meant just now, or in general. But a slight change of topic onto something a little more academic might help her to overcome her embarrassment.

"Yes. There is some research to suggest that male ejaculate deposited into-- uh, you know, that is to say, sexual intercourse in the days and weeks after fertilisation can help a woman's fertilised egg to embed and result in a successful conception."

"I see."

"It's just you mentioned being horny.."

Amaria tried to ignore the teasing twinkle in his eye.

"And, this is the time when a fertilised egg might be embedding. So it makes sense, biologically--"

"I'm not pregnant," Amaria blurted out.

"Oh, but you could be! You see, it makes sense for the body to crave what could help conception--"

"No, I'm not. I've got my period." She felt blood rushing to her face again.

"Oh." Dorian looked a little defeated.

"Now, tell me honestly. Did your research really say that, or were you just looking for an excuse to--"

"Well, there's no rules against it!" Dorian gave a little shrug, but it looked to Amaria it was more out of embarrassment than uncertainty. "I mean, a month is a long time to go between." He shifted ever-so-slightly closer to her. "And I can't be with any woman but you."

Well, of the five of them, Dorian was by-far her most promising match. It wouldn't hurt to give him an extra chance. But... "I'm on my period?"

"I heard orgasms are good for menstrual cramps." Dorian gave her a grin, like he thought he'd already won. Which... Well, she was feeling horny.

"It won't get me pregnant. And won't it be messy?"

Dorian shrugged. "We can wash after." He stepped forward and with a quick, smooth motion, swung her around so she found herself sitting perched on the edge of the table. "And sex isn't only for getting pregnant." His hand slid down her leg, and then Amaria felt her skirts being hitched up. Soon, his hand found bare thigh. If she were going to stop this, now would be the time. But as his hand rose higher, she parted her legs and made a little moan.

Well, a month was a long time for her, too.

There was a clank. It came from the door, and Amaria turned her head in time to see the door opening. Dorian wrenched her off the table, and they ran together and ducked behind one of the bookshelves, crouching low.

"He didn't see us," Dorian whispered, easing from his crouch to sit cross-legged on the carpet

"Who is it?" Amaria knelt, peering through the books. She saw the shape of a man on the other side of the library, looking through the books on the shelf.

"Viscount Pereval. He sometimes comes here late at night, but I'd rather not bump into him."

"Why not?" Amaria knew the Viscount. Very handsome and a wonderful dancer, but he wrote terrible poetry. A few months back he'd compared her eyes to cornflowers, and she'd misheard him, thought he'd said cornfields, so corrected him on the colour of her own eyes and... well, she really didn't want to look at him ever again, much less have him happen upon her mid-fuck on the library table.

"Just..." Dorian gave a little shrug. "He's rather... annoying." He sounded rather like a complaining schoolgirl.

Amaria giggled and tried to smother it with her hand.

"Shhh!" Dorian whispered. "I did my Service to the Realm with him. He was what we'd call a geng--"

"A what?" Did he mean gang? The thought of the wordgangreminded her ofgangbangwhich made her make a little snort of laughter.

"Shhh." Pereval had selected a book from the shelf, but now was headed their way. Had he heard them? What would he say to see them sneaking around in the library? Amaria's face broke into a grin, and she quickly bit her lip to stop herself giggling again, but her shoulders shook with suppressed laughter. Dorian gave her a look that saidbe quiet,but she was clearly coming down with a case of the giggles. Fortunately, Pereval had stopped a little way away to look at some other books.

"Do you need a gag?" Dorian whispered in her ear. Hard to tell from a whisper, but it sounded like he was more amused and teasing than annoyed, so she pushed her hand hard over her mouth and nodded. He looked at her with a slight smile on his lips, and shrugged. He ran his hand up her spine, and next thing she felt was a pressure as he held the back of her head, pushing it down. With his other hand, he removed her hand from her mouth, then kept pushing her head down until she was at crotch level. There was a small rustle of clothing and then something thick and meaty was prodding at her lips.

His cock.

No. Viscount Pereval stumbling across them hiding in the library after dark was bad enough. Him stumbling across her with Dorian's cock in her mouth? Unrecoverable. She shook her head and tried to lift it, but Dorian's hand was firm and he pressed her closer, forcing his cock past her lips. Cock in her mouth or no cock in her mouth, she was capable of producing a muffledno!but, of course, didn't dare with Pereval so close. Instead, she slapped Dorian's thigh. Not hard enough to make a sound, but enough so he'd know.

"Relax," he whispered. As he inched inside her, she felt his hand under her skirts again, pushing its way further and further upward towards that point where her two legs met.

His fingers slid beneath her undergarments, and she felt them slide easily across her slit, heat rose to her face as she considered they were lubricated by both her body's desire as well as her monthly flow. She reluctantly allowed his shaft a little deeper into her mouth. His middle finger circled her entrance, teasing her sensitive flesh. She gasped around his cock, which only pushed him deeper into her mouth.

"Good girl," he whispered, barely audible. His finger dipped inside her, making her squirm. "This will keep you quiet."

She should be outraged, but his finger curled upward, finding a spot that made her knees weak. A second finger joined the first, stretching her deliciously while his thumb found her swollen bud. Amaria closed her eyes. Surrendering herself to both his hand and his cock. His hand felt...morethan it ever had in the gangbangs. His cock felt...morewas the only word she could grasp right now. Just more. The fear of being caught... the intimacy... something made the sensations seem so muchmore. She reveled in the salty, masculine taste of his member. She explored the underside of his shaft with her tongue. Somehow feeling like it was hers to explore, rather than before when it felt like her mouth was his to explore. She pulled back, and he allowed her head to rise and fall on his shaft. Up and down she bobbed. Then up. The way his breath hitched when she swirled her tongue on his tip gave her a rush of power.

"That's it," he whispered.

His fingers moved faster inside her, his thumb circling her sensitive bud with increasing pressure. Amaria felt a familiar tension building within her, but somehow more intense, more urgent than usual. She worked his cock harder, taking him deeper, whimpering around his cock as pressure built inside her, coiling tighter with each stroke of his fingers. The library seemed to fade away; there was only this moment, only them.

And then the tightness inside her broke. Her inner walls clenched around his fingers as pleasure pulsed through her. She nearly forgot herself, nearly cried out, but his cock filled her mouth, muffling any sound she might have made. Her body shuddered, hips bucking against his hand as the orgasm rippled through her. And as she lay quivering in his arms, he held her head and fucked his cock. Faster. Deeper. Then it twitched and filled her mouth with a warm, slightly astringent tasting goo. Cum. She'd never had it in her mouth before and felt the impulse to spit it out, but there was nowhere really to spit it, so she swallowed, choking it down. She coughed as his flaccid member slid out and flung a hand to her mouth to muffle the sound.

"It's all right," Dorian said. "He left a little while ago."

Well! He could have said! She pushed off him and stood, brushing the creases out of her skirts. Part angry, part embarrassed and part giddy with lust.

"S-So. So what does geng mean?" She said the first words to cross her mind to cover the awkward moment.

Dorian grinned the grin of a man who'd just gotten away with having his way with a woman, damn him. "Ah. Army slang. Picked it up from the ranks of the lower classes, but it was an apt description for him. I don't know how much you know about Service to the Realm?"

"You didn't do yours in the actual army though, did you? Like, not among the ranks of infantry in the Realmguard?" Surely he was much too highborn for that!

"Well, no. Not as such, but everyone goes through the same training for two months. They do keep the nobility separated to some extent, but there's still a lot of mingling. Geng is the word used when recruits try to get out of training, or at least put in as little effort as possible. They might say they have a twisted ankle when they don't, or not do their fair share in team exercises. Pereval was like that. He'd have every excuse under the sun. He thought he had better things to do, of course, we all did, but the solidarity of having all men complete is more important than whatever we wanted to do." Dorian paused, a thoughtful look on his face. "We could look it up. I'm not sure what the roots of the word are. Can you do a wordsearch?"

Amaria shook her head. "I'm out of e-credits."

Dorian raised an eyebrow. "Yours are restricted?"

"Aren't yours?"

"Naturally. I did think the royal family might have been excused though."

"No. What's good for the goose is good for the gander, in this case at least." It didn't normally bother her, she wasn't a huge user of technology. But she also didn't want the conversation to turn tohowshe used her credits, because she didn't want to go into everything about watching birthing videos, so she continued, "Dictionary?"

They had no luck withgeng.Not helped by the fact that Dorian had only ever heard it spoken and was only guessing at the spelling.

"No wonder the old society fell so quickly to Artificial Intelligence," Dorian said. "Why would anybody learn to spell anything if you could just speak a phrase and send the bot off to investigate for you? We can try a wordsearch next month, if you like. Shall we move onto horny? At least I can spell that."

Amaria nodded.

They did have better luck withhorny. It made sense... erect penises did rather look a bit like animal horns. Eventually, the night wore on 'til the point where it might be called early morning by those waking early. Dorian was a gentleman and escorted her back to her chambers, and laid a single kiss goodnight on the back of her hand.

A week later, Amaria was snuggled in her bed, eyelids heavy. She'd dismissed Linnet over an hour ago and had finally settled into that delicate, golden moment just before sleep. Where body and mind both surrender, and even queens-in-waiting are allowed to forget the world.

Then came the knock at the door to her chambers.

Not loud. Not urgent. Linnet, perhaps, returning for something forgotten? But it didn't sound like her usual timid tapping. Amaria was loath to move. She'd just found the perfect hollow in her mattress, and her toes were finally warm. Still, she couldn't bring herself to call out "Enter," not without knowing who she might be inviting in. The last time she'd done that, it had been a steward with a message from her father about grain tariffs.

Muttering a half-hearted curse, Amaria swung her legs out from under the covers and stood, wrapping her dressing gown around her with the grim resignation of someone preparing for a mild but inevitable annoyance. She padded over to her door and peered through the peephole-- oh.

She quickly pulled the door open, and Marquess Dorian, who stood there holding a small bouquet of flowers, gave her a grin.

"I have a theory," he said. "May I enter?"

Well, she was wide awake now, so she stepped aside with a smile. She indicated for Dorian to take a seat while she put the flower in some water. Once done, she joined him.

"I'm not sure any delicate way of saying this," he began, "so I'll be plain. I would very much like to be the one to impregnate you, and were rather hoping you might feel the same. Do forgive me if I'm being too forward."

Too forward?What was gagging her with his cock in the library if not too forward? Which Amaria would have liked to say, but his confession had caused the blood to rush to her face and the corners of her mouth to turn up, and now there was no chance of her appearing stern. And really, of the five men involved, wasn't the marquess the best choice? Not that that said much. Still, even if she had all the men of the court to choose from, she couldn't think of a better one. Well... not a better one who was single, anyway.

"It's still a week before my fertile day," she reminded him.